Saturday, September 19, 2009

as you know, Ramadhan is almost over and syawal begins....yeeha for raya.. although..this year's raya is the same as the raya before~ my raya that is..I was not in a good mood actually lately...my condition is likely to be unstable..just like a boat on sea during typhoon:) a lot of things happened..there's just many things that i am not satisfy with..enough saidapart from homework, I manage to spend my precious ramadhan+raya holidays...by networking..a.k.a..surfing FB and youtube....wakakaakaka.....anyways....:)

I accompanied me mum and me sys to SOGO the other day...Zee ran out of clothes and i happened to be always borrowing hers....what??sharing is caring aite??unfortunately for her, they got stretched and worn out..sorry mate~ thehehe...its not that m huge or fat...

We arrived at the bloody SOGO...(why i call bloody??) it was packed with all kinds of people..(malaysians,foreigners,malays,chineses,indians,fat...thin) heee.....it was hard to pass through the enormous ,not to mention humongous crowd..we made way to the bloody escalator to get to the bloody ladies section....and found many bloody outfits...yayyyy..again...PACKEDD!!! yeepee.. for me, i spotted the cardigan that i longed most to buy...(thank god no one seems to take interest of it...maybe the fact that it is expensive)..it was at the 'NEW ARRIVAL' rack...

So, that was a problem..I realised that i inherited my mum's DNA genes where we have the same taste , you see... this ' EXOTIC' taste...it is a curse!!! so, whenever i touch something, regardless if they were clothes,things and what not... the things touched are.....expensive...On the other hand, me bro also has the same awful trait>> his tongue is able to detect good..a.k.a expensive food....the biscuits,chocolates that he ate, some of them are 'Mark & Spencer's , 'Famous Amos'.. not just any 'laubeh' biscuits...so, folks, if you need help to get cheap and good presents...we are not the kind of person you should seek...good,yes...but cheap..dont..:).. curse, i tell yahh..

why i say this?? here's the part>>

After i grabbed the cardigan, my eyes were locked at this pretty blue t-shirt~and as always, before i try anything out, i flipped the price tag first...*gasp* rm40 for a t-shirt..fine, leave it..its not worth it...then, (my,my,my) this wonderful ,smart vest...rm45...purple 'ELLE' jacket..rm 150... carrot-cut jeans..rm329( forgot to mention it was 'GUESS') ahahaha.....drop it...and i've decided to not touch anything at the moment.

Zee was absorbed with her choice of clothes~in and out of the changing room...trying out...so, i followed Ma to the 'bajumelayu-bajukurung section' ....and usually i love to look around and freely enjoy myself admiring the cloths on display..but at that place..nahhh, i say to myself.. my exotic-taste receptor was not stimulating....how awful does that sound??But at a nearby section:"zakiah, cubatgkkainniehh...this one..you think this should be the kain or baju?? or..." bla..bla...bla... "oh, ma...i think..bla..bla..bla.." so as we speak...and when she took a glance at the price...rm600...for a...kain, what i tell yahh?? see what i mean..

While Ma was cracking her head thinking of whether to buy it or not...good luck with that!! haha, i suddenly saw this dua-beranak( a father and a daughter) nearby, choosing a bajukurung..and i (dgntak tau malunya) eavesdropped their two moments togetherness conversation:

so, what i can conclude from the observation, first of all.. the girl and the father themselves came from a not very rich family..even lower than standard i guess..i say this because from the way they dress..if you learn economics...they can be categories as 'inferior goods'.. and like i said before, the clothes there..mcm takde papelahh.., kan..simple..normal..but what touched me most is that..how they(father and girl) really appreciate with what they have.. of courselah, they could not buy something more than they can..but..what m saying is that..the things that i see 'biasa' is actually special to others..and they were very thrilled & excited choosing the baju kurung..eventhough they are poor, and i am sure they have more things to be worry about- but they are happy and appreciate with what they have..and also maybe because they dont always go out to buy new stuff...

this made me think>> so , i should not grumble or complain with things that i dont have but appreciate the stuff that i have... hmmmmmmmm....seriously...there must be a reason for me to encounter such event..

seriously..... my YM hasnt been working for 4 days oledi... Therefore, i missed chatting with the people i intend to chat with... urghhh.... that's why engineers are important in this kind of case especially YM engineers!!!

y bother being E&E Engineers or Chem. Engineers or ( what chals want to be) Aeronautical engineers??~!!!- Chal, dont hate me for this..weeeee~ see??Ym engineers are more or less important especially right now... where my YM is making itself useless and hate-ta-ble... gaaaAAAAHHHH!!!

btw, i browsed from blog to blog and i found this one really magnificent..hilarious!! blog post i seriously will not going to forget.. can read below and leave a comment. It's called:

MY BALLS

Because i have nothing to write about again, lets ungkit an old story from nostalgic memories.Tajuk karangan -My BallsLast time i wrote in malay / malaysian so now i m gonna right in english. im going to write in english lol.>>I don't know what day it was or more or less what time it was, but i think it was a pretty hot day. So on that day, for some reason we had to assemble at the parking lot in the centre of the school compound, which was also the assembly area, since the school wasnt all that grand. I was in standard 6 at the time, and most of my friends were the prefects, so i could sneak myself in at the back of the line, and also not get my name jotted down.but that day was different.For i was the tallest boy (or 2nd tallest) malay boy in the class, i was at the very back, near the ladys, or "my" ladies lol, depending on which way you see it. But on that day fate had bookmarked a link for me, had given me something to remember, and someone to remember it by. If i remember correctly the boy was Railley Matthew (kot), an iban boy which was a happy boy. (i m not sure if its really railley). but there was a happy boy that day, and when he walked, he swung his hands. left swing, right swing.and fate brought together my balls and his hands on that day. and as his happy swinging collided with my Darjah 6 balls, pain struck my balls. it was as though my testicles were struck by lightning lol. it wasnt that painful, but still i cried. So then i was carried to the office (partly cuz i was the HM's son) then i skipped assembly by lying on the couch pretending my balls ached.My balls =)For more info on my balls go to hell. =) lol...

Thursday, August 6, 2009

whoahaohoh!!! O.M.G~ which f.y.i as in 'for your information' means 'oh my god'!! LOL! I'm back people!! gosh... it's been hell long since i wrote in this blog~ and it's august already..

let me just summarize the incident happened when i was away:

1. i entered mara banting college2.i started my studies in mara banting college3.i despise the certain people in mara banting college~ seriously~4.I hate the FLIES in mara banting college5.i like the life in mara banting college!! BUT.. only when i'm with my mates!! yeahh!!

so, what am i trying to say here folks??perghh~ i crap a lot... ahaha...

and the replying n messaging went on and on for 15 mins b4 i continue my precious sleep.... saying thanks to all the people who still remembers my birthday...seriously, it was memorable.... rase dihargai wooohhhh!!.... please let me express my thoughts in BM ...it's easier..

ahhha...it's not the wish but...the friends u have...u know that feeling~ that u're not alone??? adalah jgk org ingat,,.. n was amazed with the amount of people who actually wished me...